The tale of the Papaya Salad @KobThai Koh Samui

Tale teller: Nikhil Katara He was tall, He was smiling He was french… She was quiet, She was shy , She was Russian. I was on vacation , I couldn’t help eavesdropping, I was Indian, I had the google translate on and I could understand every word of what they were saying. I’d heard french…

The tale of the Green Tea Martini @Theory

There was always a theory for everything. And the one she was looking for — was currently muddling her head up successfully. It was the case of The Missing Solitaire, the one that was splashed across the headlines of every newspaper. Taking a swig off her fragrant Green Tea Martini, she waited for her date…

The tale of the fettuccini in pesto sauce at The Korner House

As she read the glaring headline in the newspaper, her heart skipped a beat. A mutilated face of an 8-year-old child stared back at her. Soaking in the injustice that happened to her, she played with the twisted strands of pasta dipped in a gorgeous pesto sauce. She took a bite of it, savoured its…

The tale of the onion rings @woodsideinn

There she sat. Dressed in white, ripped jeans. And a wonky smile. There was nothing pretty about that smile. But it drew him in completely. He stared at her shamelessly as she bit into a crisp onion ring. She seasoned her perfectly shaped lips as she took a bite. The lovely sound of her crunching…

The tale of the temptingly untouched meal @Palm Meadows Club

Tale teller: Nikhil Katara In all those years that had gone by, and there were loads of them, she never complained. She never knew how to complain. He had told her what to do and she had done what was told. It was fairly simple. He had been fair, respectful and loving, all through till…

The tale of the frozen yogurt @yole

“I am struggling. I have a million stories to tell. But today, I have none. I’m trying to come up with something that you’d love to read, but in the process I’m writing tales that I wouldn’t want to read myself. For a writer, that’s claustrophobia. There are words trapped in my mind. And they’re…

The tale of the forest mushroom pizza at The Lantern Bar @fullertonbayhotel

She looked at herself in the rest room mirror, feeling a sense of disappointment spread through her veins. Right next to her, a voluptuous girl stood, washing her hands. She stared point blank in her direction. Unabashed. Unflinching. She stared at her curves wide-eyed as a prayer reverberated through her mind. “Oh god, why can’t…

The tale of the Avocado toast @plenty Mumbai

This was the first evening that they were going to spend away from each other. At first, when she suggested this, a slight anxiety burned through his veins. But then, he eased into it, thinking that he had to let her be with her friends, once in a while. This girl was something else. She…